It says, "please don't drink and drive"
A bubble-gum ad
A headlamp ad. It's brighter, that's the idea
It reads, "Death from car accidents: 370. Death from smoking-related causes: 6,027. Quit now before it kills you."
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Hızlı ve kolay bir şekilde sende web site sahibi olmak istiyorsan tek yapman gereken sitenin aşağısında bulunan iletişim formu üzerinden gerekli bilgileri girmen. Hepsi bu kadar.
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Web Siteye Reklam Ver
Sende web sitemize reklam vermek veya ilan vermek istiyorsan. Tek yapman gereken sitenin en altında bulunan yere iletişim bilgilerini girmen yeterli olacaktır. Ekip arkadaşlarımız siziznle iletişime gececektir.
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Sende kalemine güveniyorsan web sitemizde bir şeyler paylaşmak yazmak istiyorsan siteinin en aşağısında bulunan iletişim formunu kullanarak bizimle iletişime gecebilirisni
Clever advertisements!
It says, "please don't drink and drive"A bubble-gum adA headlamp ad. It's brighter, that's the idea It reads, "Death from car accidents: 370. Death from smoking-related causes: 6,027. Quit now before it kills you."
ups and downs...
why do you have to have a -3500 calorie deficit in order to lose a single pound, yet it seems like a mere +300 calorie excess will result in a pound gained! somehow i managed to gain several pounds, yet i have a hard time believing that i have consumed an additional 10,000+ calories over the past two weeks. so how does that work? i’m chalking it up to mostly water weight. no, i’m not in denial that i have had some days of extra calories, but not quite that many calories. so some is real, some just has to be water. it’s the only thing that makes sense to me.
i am changing my routine a bit. my poor little stepper is worn out. it has broken twice now. my husband was able to fix the first break by welding a “patch” onto the front, but this second break is a little more complex. he says he can fix it, but it’s still broken. this past weekend, i got an elliptical. my cousin was moving and couldn’t take it with her, so i got it for a price that fit my budget. so, i have changed it up a bit and have started using the elliptical. i have only done two full workouts on it so far, but they sure are more intense workouts than i was getting from my little stepper. i can exercise at a level that keeps my heart rate consistenly higher, so i know i’m in the range to get full cardio benefit from it. that is good.
yesterday’s session with brent was also a bit of a change up. as he put it, this is the second phase. i’m not entirely sure what that will entail, but i just go along with whatever he says. the majority was more of the same - leg extensions, adduction, abduction, leg press, chest press, chest flys, lat pull down, row, biceps. skipped the shoulder press and triceps but instead did dumbbell press on a ball and a chest pulldown (i think that’s what he called it). the dumbbell press was hard. 20lb weights in each hand, at the end of the session, balancing on a ball. i was all kinds of wobbly, but i did it. then the chest pulldown, which was easier than i expected. but i’m sure that will change, as brent will undoubtedly increase the weight next time so that it pushes me harder.
i think i did pretty well yesterday. i always gauge my workout by how i feel about it and how i feel the next day or two, as i really don’t know enough about weight training to know if a certain weight or time is average, good or poor. so, yesterday, i pushed pretty hard. there were two times (i think) when brent was ready to start counting down from 10, and i knew i could keep going so i did. another day, i may have just kept pushing but not really given it 100% at trying for another full rep. and the leg press was going pretty well for me for some reason. i always think that my cardio is going to give me a little setback for the leg machines (since my legs haven’t had enough time to fully rest, or so i think), but that doesn’t seem to happen.
i totally adore brent. i really do. he’s such a good person. i’m totally at ease with him, he makes me laugh, and i feel like he is genuinely interested in my well-being (not just getting thru the session so he gets paid). i think that’s what makes him so good at what he does and makes me want to try just that much harder during my sessions. you believe in me, and i want to prove you right. that kind of thing. i can’t imagine people working with a trainer who isn’t as amazing as brent – how do you get thru the session, let alone want to come back for more? i’m so thankful that i have someone who is pushing me to be a better me!
ok, so i don’t have any measurements for this week. i know my weight is up to 158, but that’s it. i let my mom borrow my tape measure, but then i didn’t ask for it back to take my measurements this week. knowing that my weight is up, i just wasn’t all that motivated to take measurements anyway.
oh, and mom had her consult with brent last week. she was a little sore, but i kept telling her “you just wait”, as she really hasn’t seen anything yet. i hope she does well with it. i hope she pushes herself. i hope she doesn’t drive whine about being sore after this week’s real session. only time will tell…
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A broken Berlin. 1945. After Germany lost WW2
These German soldiers were lucky to return home alive. Not many did. Especially from the Russian Front.VIDEO: BERLIN MAY 14, 1945
Ruins and destruction.
LAST DAYS OF BERLIN UNDER NAZIS: A PERSONAL ACCOUNT (Source)
Dorothea von Schwanenfluegel was a twenty-nine-year-old wife and mother living in Berlin. She and her young daughter along with friends and neighbors huddled within their apartment building as the end neared. The city was already in ruins from Allied air raids, food was scarce, the situation desperate - the only hope that the Allies would arrive before the Russians. We join Dorothea's account as the Russians begin the final push to victory:
"Friday, April 20, was Hitler's fifty-sixth birthday, and the Soviets sent him a birthday present in the form of an artillery barrage right into the heart of the city, while the Western Allies joined in with a massive air raid.
The radio announced that Hitler had come out of his safe bomb-proof bunker to talk with the fourteen to sixteen year old boys who had 'volunteered' for the 'honor' to be accepted into the SS and to die for their Fuhrer in the defense of Berlin. What a cruel lie! These boys did not volunteer, but had no choice, because boys who were found hiding were hanged as traitors by the SS as a warning that, 'he who was not brave enough to fight had to die.' When trees were not available, people were strung up on lamp posts. They were hanging everywhere, military and civilian, men and women, ordinary citizens who had been executed by a small group of fanatics. It appeared that the Nazis did not want the people to survive because a lost war, by their rationale, was obviously the fault of all of us. We had not sacrificed enough and therefore, we had forfeited our right to live, as only the government was without guilt. The Volkssturm was called up again, and this time, all boys age thirteen and up, had to report as our army was reduced now to little more than children filling the ranks as soldiers."
Encounter with a Young Soldier
"In honor of Hitler's birthday, we received an eight-day ration allowance, plus one tiny can of vegetables, a few ounces of sugar and a half-ounce of real coffee. No one could afford to miss rations of this type and we stood in long lines at the
grocery store patiently waiting to receive them. While standing there, we noticed a sad looking young boy across the street standing behind some bushes in a self-dug shallow trench. I went over to him and found a mere child in a uniform many sizes too large for him, with an anti-tank grenade lying beside him. Tears were running down his face, and he was obviously very frightened of everyone. I very softly asked him what he was doing there. He lost his distrust and told me that he had been ordered to lie in wait here, and when a Soviet tank approached he was to run under it and explode the grenade. I asked how that would work, but he didn't know. In fact, this frail child didn't even look capable of carrying such a grenade. It looked to me like a useless suicide assignment because the Soviets would shoot him on sight before he ever reached the tank.
By now, he was sobbing and muttering something, probably calling for his mother in despair, and there was nothing that I could do to help him. He was a picture of distress, created by our inhuman government. If I encouraged him to run away, he would be caught and hung by the SS, and if I gave him refuge in my home, everyone in the house would be shot by the SS. So, all we could do was to give him something to eat and drink from our rations. When I looked for him early next morning he was gone and so was the grenade. Hopefully, his mother found him and would keep him in hiding during these last days of a lost war."
The Russians Arrive
"The Soviets battled the German soldiers and drafted civilians street by street until we could hear explosions and rifle fire right in our immediate vicinity. As the noise got closer, we could even hear the horrible guttural screaming of the Soviet soldiers which sounded to us like enraged animals. Shots shattered our windows and shells exploded in our garden, and suddenly the Soviets were on our street. Shaken by the battle around us and numb with fear, we watched from behind the small cellar windows facing the street as the tanks and an endless convoy of troops rolled by...
It was a terrifying sight as they sat high upon their tanks with their rifles cocked, aiming at houses as they passed. The screaming, gun-wielding women were the worst. Half of the troops had only rags and tatters around their feet while others wore SS boots that had been looted from a conquered SS barrack in Lichterfelde. Several fleeing people had told us earlier that they kept watching different boots pass by their cellar windows. At night, the Germans in our army boots recaptured the street that the
Soviets in the SS boots had taken during the day. The boots and the voices told them who was who. Now we saw them with our own eyes, and they belonged to the wild cohorts of the advancing Soviet troops.
Facing reality was ten times worse than just hearing about it. Throughout the night, we huddled together in mortal fear, not knowing what the morning might bring. Nevertheless, we noiselessly did sneak upstairs to double check that our heavy wooden window shutters were still intact and that all outside doors were barricaded. But as I peaked out, what did I see! The porter couple in the apartment house next to ours was standing in their front yard waving to the Soviets. So our suspicion that they were Communists had been right all along, but they must have been out of their minds to openly proclaim their brotherhood like that.
As could be expected, that night a horde of Soviet soldiers returned and stormed into their apartment house. Then we heard what sounded like a terrible orgy with women screaming for help, many shrieking at the same time. The racket gave me goosebumps. Some of the Soviets trampled through our garden and banged their rifle butts on our doors in an attempt to break in. Thank goodness our sturdy wooden doors withstood their efforts. Gripped in fear, we sat in stunned silence, hoping to give the impression that this was a vacant house, but hopelessly delivered into the clutches of the long-feared Red Army. Our nerves were in shreds."
Looting
"The next morning, we women proceeded to make ourselves look as unattractive as possible to the Soviets by smearing our faces with coal dust and covering our heads with old rags, our make-up for the Ivan. We huddled together in the central part of the basement, shaking with fear, while some peeked through the low basement windows to see what was happening on the Soviet-controlled street. We felt paralyzed by the sight of these husky Mongolians, looking wild and frightening. At the ruin across the street from us the first Soviet orders were posted, including a curfew. Suddenly there was a shattering noise outside. Horrified, we watched the Soviets demolish the corner grocery store and throw its contents, shelving and furniture out into the street. Urgently needed bags of flour, sugar and rice were split open and spilled their contents on the bare pavement, while Soviet soldiers stood guard with their rifles so that no one would dare to pick up any of the urgently needed food. This was just unbelievable. At night, a few desperate people tried to salvage some of the spilled food from the gutter. Hunger now became a major concern because our ration cards were worthless with no hope of any supplies.
Shortly thereafter, there was another commotion outside, even worse than before, and we rushed to our lookout to see that the Soviets had broken into the bank and were looting it. They came out yelling gleefully with their hands full of German bank notes and jewelry from safe deposit boxes that had been pried open. Thank God we had withdrawn money already and had it at home."
Surrender
"The next day, General Wilding, the commander of the German troops in Berlin, finally surrendered the entire city to the Soviet army. There was no radio or newspaper, so vans with loudspeakers drove through the streets ordering us to cease all resistance. Suddenly, the shooting and bombing stopped and the unreal silence meant that one ordeal was over for us and another was about to begin. Our nightmare had become a reality. The entire three hundred square miles of what was left of Berlin were now completely under control of the Red Army. The last days of savage house to house fighting and street battles had been a human slaughter, with no prisoners being taken on either side. These final days were hell. Our last remaining and exhausted troops, primarily children and old men, stumbled into imprisonment. We were a city in ruins; almost no house remained intact."
In the ghost city called Berlin a Soviet woman directs traffic
These Germans have got a new job
Gleefully removing all traces of Nazi rule
Broken men of an once formidable German Army
Hoisting the Soviet flag amongst the ruins
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